MasukMarcus ran into the hospital room and his breath came out a little unevenly as his eyes fell instantly on Ava, pale and quiet, and machines beeping softly over her, and he stood there a moment, as though he were too scared to move any nearer. Ava said soothingly.
“Ava…” he called softly.
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The loud alarms continued to echo throughout the NICU, and their hearts beat painfully as they stood beside the glass, tears streaming down their faces, and both Marcus and Ava clutching onto each other as they watched helplessly as the doctors worked hard to stabilise their little son.“Come on, baby,” Ava whispered desperately. “Come on, come on…”In the room, the nurses moved around swiftly, manipulating tubes and monitoring machines, as the doctor looked at the monitor closely.One nurse said his oxygen level is “improving somewhat.Immediately, the doctor replied, “Keep going.&
A sharp sound that could be heard from the monitor, both loud and fast, and inside the NICU, the doctors and nurses raced around the tiny baby, faces serious as they concentrated on the falling numbers.“Oxygen levels are rapidly decreasing,” said one nurse urgently.The doctor promptly replied, "Adjust the support. “Now.”Ava stood still outside the glass, her hands clutched tight to it, her eyes never leaving her baby's, her breathing shivering like an ocean wave that she cannot control, terror creeping up inside her.What are they doing?” she shrieked, her voice shaking.
With the edge of the blanket clutched tightly in her weak fingers, Ava sat up slowly in her hospital bed as her mind roamed free, waiting for her baby to return, for she felt like every second was too long when he was not with her.A knock on the door was heard.“Come in,” Ava whispered.Yesterday the door opened and Lydia walked in slowly and quietly, concerned for Ava.Lydia's voice called out softly, “Ava…”Ava was surprised to look up.&ldqu
Ava was in a hospital bed, her body weak and heavy, with the soft sounds of machines in the room, the pain of delivery was still there, but it seemed small in comparison with the fear in her heart.“Marcus…” she said in a barely audible voice.There was no response, however.She turned her head slightly, but her eyes traced the room, and when she couldn't see him, her chest squeezed.At that time, a nurse came in carrying a small tray.The nurse said to her softly, “Good morning.” How do you feel?
Ava could hear the baby crying quietly in the room, though she couldn't make out anything but the soft sound, and she was crying, her eyes darting for answers, while the doctors and nurses moved quietly around the small, fragile body.“Is he okay?” Ava's voice quivered as she feebly lifted her head a few inches. “Please… is he alright?”The doctor studied her, his face a still, serious mask.“He is alive,” he said.Ava’s breath caught.Alive… she repeated softly, clutching onto that word as if i
“Ava, don't close your eyes, stay with us,” the nurse said urgently, leaning over him, her voice steady with concern as she watched Ava trying her best to get through another wave of pain that seemed stronger than any before.“So tired,” Ava whispered, her voice barely audible, and her body shaking from fatigue.The doctor, standing at the foot of the bed, replied quickly, "I know. “But we are nearly there, you must go on.”Ava shook her head feebly, tears running down her cheeks.“I don't think I can…,” she said.
The hall was strange. Immediately, Ava entered.Even before anybody mentioned it, she saw it, before she even got to her locker. There was a lapse in conversation. Laughter got quieter. There was a constant stream of people. She kept her head down, clutched her bag close, as all the eyes could be c
Patricia did not simply request Ava to sit. She basically commanded her to sit.“Sit!” Patricia hissed, in front of the dining table, and crossed her arms. She was not patient enough to talk.Ava obeyed as she lowered herself into the chair. She was aware that such a conversation would not be amusi
Elena had timed it very well. Ava was in the kitchen, and she was stirring a cup of tea very slowly in time, and her motions were calm and slow. There was a silence in the house, and it was the sort of silence which seemed fragile, like a paper which a single word could splinter. Elena intervened
Elena waited until the place was very quiet in the house before she slipped into Lydia's position. It was all soft and a bit revealing of the windows, through the afternoon sun. When Elena sat down opposite Lydia on the couch, he was scrolling through her phone, and she was looking cool with rampan







